Via Washington

I'm going home
Down the river road
The air is dry and the ground is white
And the room is cold

Quarter for the jukebox
I eulogize a tune
Here's to Doug and here's to Mary
And drunks who tell the truth

I'm goin' home
What else could I do?
I'm goin' gome
Now so should you

Stars have bound to ride
They left all their homes
Getting older by the day
So they've been told

I'm goin' home
What else could I do?
I'm goin' gome
Now so should you
Now so should you